Free Spirit

Gulping tastes of life

animated, she croons,

“There is no tomorrow.”

Joy infuses her skin

marinates my heart.

Her free flying spirit

soars wide open places,

blazes own trail.

Gliding on sprightly wings

in crimson tinged clouds,

she frolics in mustard moonlight

as she tickles and kindles

transparency of my spark

with rainbow moist kisses.

Like a wild mountain lion

she roams free.

I can’t tame her as

she flits from one

reflection to another,

heartbeat teasing

and pleasing the sky,

shooting stars.

I must release her

to fly on swift breezes

letting her smile

catch the sun.